"Dean. Please."

A warm hand grasped his wrist. Tugged him away. "Sam. Look at me. He's going to recover. You have to give him time."

"Time?" He felt tears start in his eyes. "God, Ellen, it's been… a day. Days. I need him to wake up. He stepped in front of me. Did you know that? It was supposed to be me. It should have been me."

"John talked about you boys sometimes. The fervor in his voice…." She hugged him, hard. "Dean protects people. Especially you. You'll never change that."

"I don't want to. I just want him alive."


Please read Chapter 3.